Windy and skipping

I heard that song Windy today on the radio and I was transported back to eighth grade when I was chosen to be Windy in our catholic school Spring Musical Review. I had never been chosen for the lead or even a back up snow flake for that matter. I immediately ordered a red and white polka dot jumper and a white floppy straw hat and had dreams of throwing it in the air like Mary Tyler Moore.
I apparently had forgotten I can not dance at least not dance in any familiar form. Mrs. Dolick the music teacher worked very hard to coordinate the motions to the words. I was adequate until the line Who's tripping down the streets of the city, smiling at everybody she sees . She interpeted tripping as skipping and I know I could have tripped just fine ,but I could not skip. I could not comprehend her directions on the complex task of feet and music My long ago childhood friend Sue Betts spent recess after recess working with me to properly skip. I don't remember if I ever thanked her. She left the world long ago , cancer. Thank you Sue I still remember how to skip and someday when we meet again we can do the whole routine, but I'll take back up this time.

Sometimes it's ice cream sometimes it's not

I have no idea why I wrote that title, but somewhere it makes sense. I keep hearing Glinda the good witch singing "wake up wake up wherever you are" and in my media saturated world I keep seeing Jack Klugman praying to take the place of his boy Pip injured in the Korean War, which in the Twilight Zone is possible. Blast reality I wish it so.

I had such good intentions of savoring every step on my walk to school marveling at the sound and feel under my awesome yak tracks, but there was a lot of glare ice and I had to watch my feet and not fall which I am proud to report I succeeded, not falling.

I needed to add a postscript I realized the song is really Come Out Come Out Wherever you are

Into the great wide open

Sometime when I'm in between the sleep and the prescribed chemically induced stupor I feel a freedom of thought and light and I want to take in every sight, sound, and emotion. Courageously I think, without that blanket of fog. I remember what it was like to have trouble sleeping, to walk without the rolling of the imaginary sea beneath me, to know that what I see is there. It is long enough and when I sense the lean of my walk I just smile. It is such an adventure this life.

It's time to kick it in

What do you do when there is really nothing to do, but wait, watch, hope, pray. I've been eating a lot of white chocolate Reeses peanut butter cups. I know that life can change in a second that one moment you are assembled to have the first ever cooking club dinner. The food is wonderful, but the company and the laughter, it is what we all have missed in the dark Michigan winter. Little Allison who I have known since she dwelled safely in her mother's belly, studying, even during dinner skipping the soup. She later entertains us with stories from the inner sanctum of being a resident and I am overwhelmed with the knowledge I know this amazing woman. I have watched her run and just when you think she cannot win, she digs in deep and surpasses her opponents with fierce determination and a job well done. She left that dinner early with her husband of a little over a year and twenty minutes later hit a patch of ice that would change their life and all those who know them. We all keep waiting for her to kick it in, I know she will. She has to.

Red Birds in The Road

I had been keeping my unusual visual hallucinations to myself, but alas sometimes they are so wondrous I am compelled to comment "Look at those amazing red birds in the road I have never seen such birds small and finch-like with bright red bodies, wings tipped in white and black" I probably will never see them again, but so grateful for that sight, so unexpected. The next day I saw a large black and white bird with a round head. all alone in a frozen field. I don't know the implications of seeing birds or bears for that matter, but I have decided it is a surprise and a gift. I will welcome these fleeting images and know somewhere they exist. Perhaps I have stumbled upon that opening in the next dimension of space. Do you ever wonder if color is the same to us all, If animals really are the superior beings? If religion is actually the opposite of it's intent. My sight is floating and tunneling another thing I just want to savor as the cloudy blurry world will soon return to it's sharp linear edges.